Mother cherishes her children…she wants the best for them. She treads fearlessly across the depths of sorrow and draws nigh unto death to give them life. Her most important purpose is her children’s happiness—a quality emulating God Himself. In many ways, she is the miracle the world is seeking. We gratefully witness her majesty daily and respectfully honor her ... to mothers everywhere, thank you! One mother blogs below:
I often think about the great needs in this world and wonder how we will ever fill them; will our efforts ever make a difference? Sometimes those vague questions become very real. What would it be like to save a baby’s life – to hold a cold, abandoned boy to your chest and sing over him?
A little over a year ago I met Julie at the Refresh Conference. She and her family were preparing to move to Soddo, Ethiopia where her husband was going to work as a physician at Soddo Christian Hospital. That hospital is dear to us because Eby and Little Man were both cared for there, and when we traveled to visit Soddo, we were invited to stay in a guest house on the hospital grounds.
Last night, in one last moment of procrastination, I clicked on my blog reader and a few new posts popped up. This one, written by Julie, grabbed my heart. Yesterday morning Julie’s husband called her to the hospital to hold an abandoned newborn baby, skin-to-skin on her chest and try to warm him. She didn’t know if she would be holding life or death in her hands, and against her heart.
Don’t miss reading this very moving story today.
Here is my Soddo baby, eight years old yesterday. To think there was a time when he was a sick baby in Soddo brings tears to my eyes. Eby – my own Soddo miracle.
A little over a year ago I met Julie at the Refresh Conference. She and her family were preparing to move to Soddo, Ethiopia where her husband was going to work as a physician at Soddo Christian Hospital. That hospital is dear to us because Eby and Little Man were both cared for there, and when we traveled to visit Soddo, we were invited to stay in a guest house on the hospital grounds.
Last night, in one last moment of procrastination, I clicked on my blog reader and a few new posts popped up. This one, written by Julie, grabbed my heart. Yesterday morning Julie’s husband called her to the hospital to hold an abandoned newborn baby, skin-to-skin on her chest and try to warm him. She didn’t know if she would be holding life or death in her hands, and against her heart.
Don’t miss reading this very moving story today.
Here is my Soddo baby, eight years old yesterday. To think there was a time when he was a sick baby in Soddo brings tears to my eyes. Eby – my own Soddo miracle.
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